The Brick on My Leg
Patience: (n) The capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble or suffering without getting angry or upset. Patience seems to be a forgotten quality. Think about the last time you were impatient. Was it this morning while you were waiting for the stoplight to change from red to green? Or was it yesterday when you had to wait in line at Starbucks because the line was long? Some of us do not mind waiting in line the extra five minutes, while others obtain annoyance and begin to act offended that the barista is not going fast enough. My personal reminder to be patient is my knee brace. Some of us need other reminders not to rush and take things slow.
When I first put my knee brace on, it was like strapping a brick to my leg. The brick was heavy and weighed me down--not just physically but mentally too. My confidence dropped like a high strikers meter at a fair. Defeat and brokenness began to invade my already bruised ego. I remember telling myself, not to get discouraged and to work hard, and soon enough my time would come. I was instead telling myself that I would never be as good at cheer as before. I decided to put a “NO …show more content…
I knew that my physical therapist would know that there had been an attempted jump because of the bruise, that was now bolder, and seemed to scream, ¨I jumped when I wasn't supposed to!¨ Walking into therapy was a walk of shame. When my physical therapist saw it, he just laughed and told me how he thought I was not going to listen to him. After that he began to take measurements of my knee, and how mobile it was. He made a note on his computer about how his patient had lost some motion but did not mention why. It was not until he made this note that I realized he and everyone else was right. I needed to wait longer, and be patient with time. After my appointment, I strapped my knee brace back to my leg and walked out of therapy with a new look at how I needed to
Patience: (n) The capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble or suffering without getting angry or upset. Patience seems to be a forgotten quality. Think about the last time you were impatient. Was it this morning while you were waiting for the stoplight to change from red to green? Or was it yesterday when you had to wait in line at Starbucks because the line was long? Some of us do not mind waiting in line the extra five minutes, while others obtain annoyance and begin to act offended that the barista is not going fast enough. My personal reminder to be patient is my knee brace. Some of us need other reminders not to rush and take things slow.
When I first put my knee brace on, it was like strapping a brick to my leg. The brick was heavy and weighed me down--not just physically but mentally too. My confidence dropped like a high strikers meter at a fair. Defeat and brokenness began to invade my already bruised ego. I remember telling myself, not to get discouraged and to work hard, and soon enough my time would come. I was instead telling myself that I would never be as good at cheer as before. I decided to put a “NO …show more content…
I knew that my physical therapist would know that there had been an attempted jump because of the bruise, that was now bolder, and seemed to scream, ¨I jumped when I wasn't supposed to!¨ Walking into therapy was a walk of shame. When my physical therapist saw it, he just laughed and told me how he thought I was not going to listen to him. After that he began to take measurements of my knee, and how mobile it was. He made a note on his computer about how his patient had lost some motion but did not mention why. It was not until he made this note that I realized he and everyone else was right. I needed to wait longer, and be patient with time. After my appointment, I strapped my knee brace back to my leg and walked out of therapy with a new look at how I needed to